Morning
The morning like the hatch of an hen
Open its eyes
To see us as we look in the hands of time.
It was scene to scene
Like the play Romeo and Her,
The scene a sense of love.
The scene action with the sane of her saint.
When the scene silent; all senses live.
I sense I have seen
A reason season to live.
Yes life has taught me Badly.
But this sane scene
Is a sense to live all seasons
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